June 22, 2010

I look across the room,
A reflection stares back at me.
Same exact features, the eyes and the lips,
There is something different though,
A sly smile, wicked chin and a perpetual curve at the hips.

Who is she?
My mind ruminates upon,
She stares back at me loathingly this time,
Giving me a slight nod and then flinching her glaring eyes,
I look at her in epiphany and accept the challenge placed at my will,
Battle against good and evil is what she wants to have, and so I will.

It’s the moment when I can give up,
or without knowing the consequences,
choose to shoot for the kill.
Mercilessly I dagger my eyes into hers,
Hot blood seeps out in manifestation.

A thought brings me back at authenticity,
Not an evil twin, but myself I fight,
She has gone astray in the emptiness of wild.
Time to tame her back into what she was once before this sight,
At the moment she is cold as ice, as she fixes upon her smile,
My heart pounds harder telling me to accept that,
An end was desperately demanded for her evil might.

A pinch of salt and spoonful of sugar,
Is all it took to alleviate the woman in black.
Her cuspate features merged to fade,
as she entered into the shadows of her own aid.

And the smile turned to be genuine eventually,
Looking at her again, I realized,
From darkness of being, she was being freed slowly.

Will power is what it took for the transformation to trigger on,
Like an injured bird she wriggled about before choosing to settle on,
While her search for self, ended in an ambiguous pattern,
I was left to stare at the mirror, which now contained,
my corrected and smooth reflection.
-Richa Sud